“I’m very sorry, father, that you should look at it in such a narrow way. I can never think it dishonourable to take the name of the man I love. I’m afraid that if you won’t consent I must still do as I think right.”
He gave her a long and searching look.
“It’s a very grave step absolutely to disobey your father, Bella. I think it’s the first time in your life.”
“I realize that.”
“Then let me tell you that if you leave the Deanery to marry this wretched tradesman, neither you nor he shall ever enter it again.”
“You must do as you think fit, father. I shall follow my husband.”
Slowly the Dean walked out of the room.
“He’ll never change his mind,” said Bella in despair, turning to Miss Ley. “He refused ever to see Bertha Ley because she married a farmer. His manner is so gentle, so sweet, that you might think his heart overflowed with humility, but he’s right when he says pride of race is in his blood. I think I alone know how enormous it is in him.”
“What will you do now?” asked Miss Ley.
“What can I do? It means that I must choose between Herbert and my father; and Herbert needs me most.”